This post from way back in 2007 -- according to the statistics page for Blogger -- has had more visits than any other in all the years since I founded this blog in 2005.
From February 25, 2007...
A Poem to Start the Week: Mummy Slept Late
And for vocabulary: How many kids these days know 'bituminous' and 'anthracite' ?
John Ciardi
Mummy Slept Late and Daddy Fixed Breakfast
Daddy fixed the breakfast.
He made us each a waffle.
It looked like gravel pudding.
It tasted something awful.
“Ha, ha,” he said, “I’ll try again.
This time I’ll get it right.”
But what I got was in between
Bituminous and anthracite.
“A little too well done? Oh well,
I’ll have to start all over.”
That time what landed on my plate
Looked like a manhole cover.
I tried to cut it with a fork:
The fork gave off a spark.
I tried a knife and twisted it
Into a question mark.
I tried it with a hack-saw.
I tried it with a torch.
It didn’t even make a dent.
It didn’t even scorch.
The next time Dad gets breakfast
When Mummy’s sleeping late,
I think I’ll skip the waffles.
I’d rather eat the plate.-John Ciardi
"Mummy Slept Late..." is from You Read to Me, I'll Read to You. You can probably find several of Ciardi's books of poetry for children in your library, or on eBay. I don't know which are still in print. Ciardi's How Does a Poem Meanis an excellent introduction to poetry for grownups.
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